Carrie Fisher


Posted by The Black Knight on March 05, 2006 at 15:33:31:

The scene is a clean white sterile looking room. Doors on either side hissed as they slid up to open. Two beautiful brunette young women were shoved in. One was a young brunette in her early thirties and the other a brunette in her early fifties, but both were Carrie Fisher. The young Carrie was dressed in a brown bikini that had passed for her slave suit while the older Carrie was dressed in a tight white long flowing white dress.
"Oh now this is cute." groaned the older woman.
"You're me!" gasped the younger woman.
"Yes and I can't believe that I ever looked that good in a bikini." said the older Carrie.
Thump.
"Uunnhhh!" the younger Carrie screamed.
An arrow stuck in her belly just above the top her bikini bottom and below her navel.
"No, not in the gut." gasped the older Carrie.
Thump. The younger Carrie stiffened as an arrow slid into her belly button. Thump. An arrow pierced the bare flesh in the center of the younger Carrie's belly and she grimaced in pain.
"Why are you doing this?" the older Carrie asked.
Thump.
"Uuulkhh!" the younger Carrie gagged as an arrow hit home between her tits.
The slender young woman fell back stiffly and lay motionless. Her belly heaved and the arrows rose with it as she gasped in pain. The older Carrie cried as she watched her younger self breathe her last breath. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. The older Carrie jerked back with a scream as bullets ate into her chubby belly:
"Aaafffhh!"
She folded her hands on her gut and stumbled back toward the body of her younger counterpart.
"Wh-why me? What did I ever do to you?" gasped Carrie.
Pfft. Carrie bent over with a grimace on her face as a bullet burned into her waist. She clamped her teeth together as she forced herself to straighten.
"Do it and get it over with. You've already killed me." Carrie grunted.
Pfft. Pfft. Carrie's brown eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock when she felt bullets plow into her big tits. She looked down as she hunched over in pain.
"Oooohhhh-hoooohhhh!" Carrie moaned softly as she fell back.
The older Carrie lay bent back across the legs of her younger self. Her belly heaved rapidly as she gasped in pain. In seconds her belly too lay still in death. The door hissed open again and Carrie Fisher, identical to the older Carrie right down to the dress, walked in holding a smoking gun. She lay her boot on her twin's belly and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Now who said cloning couldn't be fun?" Carrie asked with a wry grin as she walked back out of the room.